58- So Far, and yet, So Close: Part Two

***Part Two of Two. Please see Part One for Disclaimer and Author's Note***

Snape's breath caught at her words, knowing she was referring to his previous admonition of "not yet." Eyes closing in spite of himself, he felt his cock twitching between them, once again making its uncomfortably rigid presence known. He opened his eyes and met her hungry gaze. Opening his mouth to answer, he found he had no voice. The gleam in Hermione's eyes flickered as one corner of her mouth quirked up in a smouldering smirk.

Stretching up to him, Hermione kissed Snape, gently sliding her tongue over his lips and tasting herself on his flesh. A low moan poured out of her, her hands slipping up his arms and twining around his neck. An answering groan from Snape sent a tingle chasing through her again, reigniting her desire. After a slow, languorous kiss, she began trailing her lips down his throat and chest, caressing his ribs and lightly circling his nipples as she went.

Snape's head canted back, his eyes closing in bliss. His mind whirled with the inevitable bickering between the side of him that wanted nothing more than Hermione's lips wrapped around his erection and the other side that warned that he was breaking every rule imaginable. The flash of lingering, needle-sharp anger blasted the cautious, dutiful side into the ether, and the wave of rampant lust that swept over him had him struggling to not clap his hands on the bushy crown of Hermione's head and shove her down his body to his achingly needy cock. Fighting for control, he carefully stroked her hair, silently willing her to continue lower.

Hermione crouched, then settled on her knees, nibbling and licking along the taut planes of Snape's belly, nuzzling the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the distended waistband of his pants. Excitement quivered in her centre, and she backed away, staring straight at the translucent wet cloth covering the tip of his straining erection. As she gazed at it in fascination, it bounced, and she sucked in a breath, filling her head with the rich musky scent of aroused male. Flicking a wary glance up at Snape, she saw him watching her through half-closed eyes. When she reached for his waistband, he tensed, but she held his gaze resolutely as she gingerly peeled the clammy fabric away from him, guiding it down his slim hips and along his legs to pool at his feet.

Freed from its constraints, Snape's cock bobbed in front of Hermione's face, drawing her attention again. Her hands stroked back up his legs, fanning out around his groin to trace the delectable line between his lower abdomen and his hips. His breath hitched at the tickling sensation, but he remained still. He could feel her quickened breaths on his fevered skin, and his own breathing turned to shallow panting.

Hermione stared at him, rapt once again. Just like the first time she had seen him, when he had surprised her on Valentine's Day, the wisp of thought wafted through her mind: Really, a man's penis is bizarre to look at. Still, based on previous experience, knowing that she could bring him pleasure made it quite appealing. Watching the shifting of his balls as his cock bounced of its own accord, she inhaled his scent again, feeling slightly dizzy from all the feel-good chemicals running riot in her system. Sighing with satisfaction, she traced her fingertips through the coarse hair framing his package and gently wrapped her hand around the length of his cock, enjoying the juxtaposition of hard-yet-soft.

A guttural groan tore from Snape's throat, and his fingers clenched in Hermione's hair, his eyes closing again. At her tentative squeeze, his hips jerked, thrusting forward into her grip. Her squeak of surprise made him snap his eyes open, looking down to see her, eyes wide and lips glistening where she had licked them. She cast a heated gaze up at him, sliding her hand toward the base of his cock, then leant forward and placed a gentle, open kiss on the head.

It took every ounce of self-discipline Snape had for him not to shove his cock into that soft, moist mouth, spilling himself over her tongue. Instead, a harsh cry burst from him, and he sucked in a ragged breath.

Blinking owlishly up at him, her lips still covering the head of his cock, Hermione dragged the tip of her tongue over the tip, collecting the bead of moisture there, and somehow managing to look demure while doing it. Her eyes drooped closed and she purred decadently. Snape swore.

Backing away, an impish grin spreading her wet lips, Hermione peered up at Snape in triumph. Sucking her lower lip between her teeth and letting it slide back out, she beamed at him before saying, "I was right."

Wrapped in a haze of lust, Snape grunted, "What?"

Leaning forward again, Hermione quirked one eyebrow at him saucily and retorted, in a throaty voice, "It does taste better directly from the source," before dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock and sucking the head in again.

Snape could feel his legs starting to tremble. A fleeting prayer to whatever gods chose to listen that he wouldn't pass out swept through his overwhelmed mind. Her words lit an inferno within him, and he bent forward, gripping her arms to pull her to her feet. An inquisitive squeak answered his actions.

Holding her in front of him, he pressed his forehead against hers and growled, "Careful what you say. What you tasted then and what you tasted now are entirely different things."

A spike of heat shot through Hermione and she gasped. Exhaling a shuddering breath, she murmured, "Do enlighten me, then, on the difference."

A feral growl rumbled from Snape's throat as he pounced on her with a demanding kiss, backing her onto the bed. As they sank to the mattress, Hermione wrenched herself from his grip enough to push and pull at him, manoeuvring him to the centre of the bed on his back. His chest rose and fell noticeably with his shallow panting.

Gently pressing on his calves to get him to spread his legs, she crept between his knees and sat cross-legged, her hands splayed on his thighs as she gazed at his twitching cock, enamoured and intimidated.

Nervously swallowing, she took a deep breath and leant forward, eyeing the deeply flushed head. Flicking an anxious eye at Snape, who was watching her intently, her bravado failed her, and she cleared her throat. There was an awkward moment of silence, then she faltered, "I don't know what to do..."

Snape sucked in a calming breath and offered a soothing, "It's okay. Don't do anything you don't want to do. Really. Why don't you just come join me up here?" He beckoned to her, his expression earnest.

Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No! I want to...to taste you..." Her shoulders twitched in a half-cringe/half-shrug. "I'm just afraid of hurting you, or not doing it right..."

Snape's head flopped back and he snorted incredulously at the ceiling, musing, "The brightest witch of her age... Extensive lascivious research done already, including experiments... Has me completely at her mercy... And she's afraid of not doing it right!"

Feeling both aggrieved and pleased, pride both stung and boosted, Hermione rallied her courage. Glaring at Snape, who had tilted his head enough to smirk at her in challenge, she wrapped her hand around his shaft...smirking herself at his quick gasp...and leant forward more, her lips millimetres from the head of his cock.

Her knees pressed against his inner thighs as she nearly bent in half, dipping low enough to drag her tongue up the underside, from the base to the tip. Her hand held him in place, keeping it from throbbing and bouncing away. Snape's hands clamped over his eyes and forehead, his fingers gripping his hair as a loud cry was startled from him.

Encouraged by his reaction, she swirled her tongue over the head, idly considering the cloying taste of the moisture seeping from the tiny slit. Interesting... Salty, definitely musky...but that's more the scent than the actual taste... And it's got an almost clean flavour, like bleach... Laving the spongy head, she placed her lips around it, moved her hand back, and pressed forward, letting his cock slide into her mouth as far as she could manage, feeling it pulsing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

All of the air in Snape's body hissed out in one explosive burst. Sparks danced behind his closed eyelids, and his hips rocked of their own accord. Waves of hot and cold washed over his body, raising goose flesh. The roaring of his pounding blood in his ears muffled the tell-tale sound of his panting breaths. Dragging his hands from his face, he forced himself to open his eyes and look at the sight of Hermione sucking his cock. The fantasy image had surfaced in his mind several times in the past months, along with the imagined sensations when he masturbated. But, as he was quickly realizing, his imagination was nowhere near as good as the real thing.

Hermione slowly bobbed up and down, keeping her lips clamped tightly around his erection, letting her tongue slither along the underside as she went. The convulsive rocking of Snape's hips served as evidence of his enjoyment, and her nerves calmed a bit.

Snape, for his part, knew he wouldn't last long. Swallowing hard and blinking rapidly, trying to focus his mind elsewhere in an attempt to stave off his quickly building release, he once again slid his hands into his hair, gripping hard and pulling. However, the mild jolt of pain did nothing to decrease his arousal; on the contrary, he ruefully acknowledged that he had just discovered a slight kink he had never known he had. Eyes rolling back in defeat, he covered his face with his hands, blocking the erotic vision of his cock disappearing and reappearing between Hermione's lips, feeling the familiar coil of burning tension expanding in his belly, travelling down to his balls.

Hermione was enjoying Snape's reactions, delighting in seeing him come apart in her grasp again. His fleeting grimaces were enough to make her wonder if he were in pain, but she remembered that those expressions were normal for him in such a situation. Flicking her gaze up his body repeatedly, she saw him covering his face again, and she noticed the increased tension in his muscles, making them stand out in relief. Her attention was momentarily drawn to the sensation of his cock pulsing against her tongue, somehow swelling even more. Carefully adjusting her jaw so she wouldn't scrape her teeth against him, she slid upwards, peering up at him.

Snape felt his climax building, and the minute part of his mind that wasn't completely submerged by the exquisite sensations reminded him that he should give Hermione some sort of warning. It would be gauche indeed to explode in her mouth without prior notice.

Hermione watched Snape's hands fly from his face to her hair, gripping her curls, but not pulling or controlling her movement. Unwilling to stop her actions, she continued, curiously eyeing him.

Snape clenched his jaw and licked his lips, sucking in a breath and uttering, "Hermione..."

With an acknowledging swirl of her tongue, Hermione made an inquisitive noise in her throat, and Snape's head canted back, the cords of his neck standing out.

His voice was strained as he said, "Can't... wait..."

At his words, Hermione felt his cock throb firmly, and she tasted a small spurt of liquid. The resulting rush of tingling heat to her centre made her moan in response.

A strangled roar burst from Snape's lips, and his hands dropped to his sides, opening and closing spastically as his orgasm hit with the force of a Bludger. His body curled forward as all of his muscles seized in rhythmic spasms, bucking and shuddering in release.

Novice that she was, Hermione didn't realize that the first spurt was not all of it. Thus, as she blithely kept going, and Snape's climax reached fruition, she wasn't prepared for the comparative flood of liquid that burst forth. Eyes snapping open wide in surprise, she struggled not to choke, and her lips released their tight hold on his cock, letting his come drip down his shaft, emptying from her mouth.

Locked in the fierce grip of his release, Snape couldn't respond right away to her obviously shocked fumblings. His ears were ringing and bands of colours were scrolling across the insides of his closed eyelids. As his body twitched in aftershocks, he vaguely heard Hermione's furtive coughs. After the warmth of her mouth, the night air felt cold against his wet cock, and he could feel the tickle of his come dripping over his balls and into the dark hair framing his groin.

Hermione coughed and swallowed as unobtrusively as she could. She was taken aback by the thick consistency and how much stronger his come tasted in such a direct fashion. The cloying, "clean" scent filled her nose, and his musky taste seemed to sit on the back of her tongue, no matter how much she swallowed. Eyes watering slightly from her near-choking experience, she sniffed to keep her nose from running. Really, all things being equal, this would certainly take some getting used to.

Snape finally returned to cognizance, and he cracked one eye to peer blearily at Hermione. It was obvious that she was disconcerted, and he smothered a rueful smirk. Barely moving his hand, he rasped, "Accio wand," and caught it as it arced into his palm. Then, with a weary flick, he Summoned facial tissues, offering some to Hermione as he made to mop up the sticky mess coating his deflating cock.

Trying gamely to look nonchalant, as if this were an everyday occurrence, Hermione took the tissues and turned away to blow her nose and wipe her eyes.

Once he had cleaned up, Snape cast a quick cleansing charm to take care of any lingering residue and Vanished the soggy tissues. Then, heaving a deep sigh, he cast a measuring look at Hermione and murmured, "Feel enlightened yet?"

Hermione blinked, unprepared for his gibe. Then, smiling in amusement, she shoved her anxiety away and held his gaze. "Mmm... I love learning."

At her saucy quip, Snape burst out laughing. Snorting as he heaved up onto his elbows, he cocked an eyebrow at her and growled a fond, "Swot."

Pursing her lips and affecting an air of preening superiority, she retorted, "Perhaps this Know-It-All isn't so insufferable after all, hmm?"

Snape's eyes flashed with a wicked light and he pushed himself to sit up. Lifting her face to his with a finger under her chin, he purred, "There are so many more things I can't wait to teach you, love." Hermione's breath caught and he covered her lips with a tender kiss.

Hermione melted into the kiss, enjoying the gentle exploration of tongues. After a long moment, Snape pulled away and whispered at her ear, "Tasting myself mixed with your luscious mouth is almost as delicious as tasting you."

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed and her head swam with the erotic intimacy of it all. Clutching at his shoulders, she simply said, "Severus..."

Snape backed up, meeting her gaze. "Yes?"

Staring into his fathomless black eyes, she said, "I love you."

The exultant joy in his heart threatened to overwhelm him, and he breathed a fervent, "I love you, Hermione."

Sealing their vows with another kiss, Snape deftly guided her to squirm over his leg and lie beside him, so they could stretch out and relax in the wake of their excited activity. Hermione curled up along his right side, pillowing her head against his chest, wrapping her right arm over his ribs, and flinging her right leg over his. Snape responded by draping his right arm around her shoulders, tucking his left hand under his head, and bending his left knee to ease the stretch of his lower back. Comfortable, they lay there silently, basking in the afterglow.

It didn't take long, however, once the sweat had evaporated from their bodies and their heart rates had slowed, for them to become chilled, and Snape noticed the goose flesh along Hermione's arm where he was idly stroking her. Lifting his head, he peered down at her body and saw that she was covered with the chill bumps. Snatching his wand, he Summoned her discarded blanket from its heap on the floor and covered them, holding her tighter to transfer body heat.

Hermione sighed luxuriously and burrowed closer, smiling. Her voice sleepy, she murmured, "Mmm, feels good."

Snape chuckled. "Being close to you always feels good, love."

At that, Hermione opened her eyes and lifted her head to meet his gaze, beaming. Chin resting on his chest, she said, "You take such good care of me. I can't wait till we can be like this every day."

Snape's eyes closed and he sucked in a breath at the rush of emotion that washed over him. Opening his eyes again, he locked gazes with Hermione and said, his voice fervent, "I promise to take care of you for as long as you wish it." Hermione lifted her hand to caress his face and he caught it, kissing her fingertips.

Hermione whispered, "And I promise to take care of you, Severus. Gods know you deserve it." His eyes clouded, and Hermione knew he had thought of Dumbledore. Unwilling to skirt the issue, knowing he had to purge his anger before it festered, she went on. "He was the only one to take care of you since your mother, wasn't he?"

Snape's face settled into grim lines of cold fury. His eyes hardened, and he released her hand before clenching his hand into a fist. Acid dripping from every word, he said, "Would you believe that he had the gall to say that I needed someone to 'temper and guide' me? Apparently I'm not competent enough to take care of myself!" His eyes narrowed, and his lips spread in a mirthless smile. "Well, Albus, old friend, I'll have someone to take care of me, but it won't be you, and it won't be because I need it," and he locked eyes with Hermione, "it'll be because I deserve it."

Hermione returned his fierce gaze with similar resolve. Solemn, she whispered, "Indeed."

Snape shook his head faintly. "I don't think he even realizes what he's done. To him, he's being perfectly reasonable. He doesn't understand what his words meant to me. He'll find out. I've been loyal to him for longer than I've not, but that's all over now."

Hermione rubbed his shoulder soothingly. "Dear heart, he's made a bad choice. He may still learn from his mistake. What do you mean exactly, that you're no longer loyal to him?"

Snape pinned her with a harsh gaze. "I mean that I will no longer put his wants before mine. My loyalties have changed. Albus Dumbledore no longer holds the key to my future. You do."

Hermione gasped, comprehending the full implications of his statements. Snape forged on. "What do I care if I make him angry? If he were to decide to fire me, all the better. I'm not going to be here after this year is over anyway. I refuse to bow to anyone any more. I am master of my destiny. And you are mistress of my heart."

Snape rolled them so Hermione was on her back, and he could prop himself up on his elbow as he talked, the urgency evident in his expression and his voice. Hermione stared up at him, both wary of his reckless attitude and excited by it. Before she could think of a response, Snape continued, "If we didn't have your reputation to worry about, I'd fly in the face of his rules and out us right now. Then I'd be free of him, for I daresay that the Ministry wouldn't allow me to continue my position in light of our relationship." His lips twisted at his sardonic understatement.

Hermione felt a stab of worry bordering on panic. "Severus, I know how you must feel, but please don't do anything rash!"

Snape eyed her with an aggrieved air that quickly turned into smug amusement. "Oh, ye of little faith... We've made it this far, and we've learnt important lessons..." He nodded pointedly toward the door, acknowledging her Imperturbable Charm. Then, his smirk turned even more wicked and he leant closer, his breath warming her ear as he spoke. "Besides, considering what we've just done," and he flexed his hips, pressing his stiffening cock against her cleft, "wouldn't that be counted as 'rash,' Miss Kettle? Or would you be Miss Pot, and I Mr. Kettle? Either way, we're both black as soot, love."

Hermione gasped at the sensation of his burgeoning erection against her still-slick curls. The vibration of his purring chuckle against her throat sent a tingle chasing through her once more. Testing his new claims of free will, she swallowed hard and said, "All right then, if you're not going to let him and his strictures hold you back anymore, then how far are you willing to go?" With that, she curled a leg around his hip and pressed him against her rocking pelvis with her heel, grinding his cock against her pussy.

Her challenge caught Snape off guard. His whole body tensed, and he froze with uncertainty. Flashes of heat were pulsing into his cock, swelling it against her mound even as he tried to determine his answer.

That's really the last line to cross, isn't it?

But, that wasn't about his edicts. I didn't vow to wait because of him.

Everything changes a bit now, but I don't know that taking her virginity right now qualifies as a bit.

Well, at least you know she won't be hurt by it. You saw her practicing. You felt how much she had eliminated the barrier.

I made that promise to myself and to Hermione! How can I be upset by how others treat me if I'm willing to break a promise to myself?

I shall.

Hermione stilled, watching the internal workings behind Snape's eyes. After a few moments, she saw him focus on her again, eyes blazing.

"No."

Hermione blinked. "No what?"

Snape deliberately reached back and pulled her heel away from his arse, backing away from her inviting heat. "No. I will not go back on my word. That was not made to him, but to us. Some things should be saved because they are important. Finally being with you will mean something."

Hermione, unsure which answer she really wanted to hear, felt tears welling up at the overwhelming feeling of being cherished. While her body thrummed with the desire to be as intimately, physically connected as two people can be, she understood the emotional reasoning behind his declarations, and she agreed with him.

Giddy with the mixture of powerful feelings, she voiced a shaky laugh and said, "I couldn't agree more, but it's also so frustrating, because now that I have you so close, I want you even more!"

Snape swooped forward and kissed her soundly, relief at her reaction flooding him. As he dipped closer, his erection slid over her belly, and he sucked in a breath at the excitement it and her admission caused. Pressing his forehead against hers, caressing her cheek, he murmured, "Yes, well, you're not the only one suffering in that fashion, my dear."

Hermione giggled at the decisive throb of his cock against her skin. "Well, you saw how I manage to deal with it..."

Snape stiffened, the fleeting memory of how horribly shocked he had been dissolving in the rush of heady emotions that had followed it. His erection pulsed again, apparently oblivious to the fact that it had been sated once already. His baser side growled with the desire to plunge into her once and for all, but he kept a firm grip on himself. Still, that devious voice in his head had an idea, and it suddenly took shape in full, technicolour detail.

Pulling back, Snape grabbed his wand and Summoned Hermione's toy. Hermione's breath caught and her eyes widened in uncertainty. Pushing backwards until he was kneeling between her legs, the blanket pooling behind him at the foot of the bed, he inspected the moulded wax.

His expression was intense as he locked gleaming eyes with hers. In a thoughtful, measured tone, he said, "Just how much of the charm have you managed so far?"

Blinking rapidly, Hermione stammered, "W-what?"

"You said you've been using an Engorgement Charm. How much have you managed so far?" He calmly held her gaze.

Flustered, Hermione said, "I don't know!"

Holding his hand out, palm up, with the toy across it, Snape once again coaxed, "Show me."

Completely taken aback, Hermione stared mutely at him for a long moment before slowly reaching for her wand. Flushing under his unwavering gaze, she whispered the charm, closely watching the toy swell until she knew it had gone on long enough. Abruptly stopping the charm, she put her wand away, loath to meet Snape's eyes again.

Snape, however, was no longer watching her. Fascinated, he was staring at the wax as it grew. A trembling, fluttery sensation swirled in his gut, making his cock bounce in reaction. When she stopped the charm, he closed his hand around the length, mentally measuring it. His thumb traced around the curved tip as he studied it and, almost as if he weren't conscious of it, his other hand floated over to his erection and wrapped around it as well.

Hermione, flicking glances at him and trying to pay attention using her peripheral vision, noticed his other hand moving and snapped her gaze to it. Seeing him gripping both himself and the poor substitute, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth and stared, owl-eyed.

Snape placed the toy on the bed beside his knee and grabbed his wand again, this time closing his eyes and frowning in concentration as he carefully stroked himself. Hermione watched in fascination. After a few moments, Snape opened his eyes and zeroed in on the toy, pointing his wand at it and muttering under his breath.

Hermione's attention was drawn to the toy, which was slowly morphing in response to Snape's spell. It was no longer as smooth, and the curved tip had filled out to a realistic flared head. It took a moment for Hermione to realize what Snape was doing: he had transformed it into a replica of himself!

When he was done, he picked up the toy again, carefully comparing the feel of it in his hand with the feel of his own cock. Then, a triumphant, feral grin spread his lips and he looked at Hermione. Voice oozing with wicked challenge, he said, "Dare to compare?" and offered the toy to her.

Transfixed, Hermione lifted one hand to take the lifelike replica from him. Raising it above her face, she held it in both hands, running her fingers along the veined length, tracing the flared tip, rubbing the spot below the head that she knew drove him wild. Then, sitting up, she flicked a defiant glance at Snape...who was watching her through half-closed lids, smirking...and wrapped her hand around his erection. His sharp inhalation and the involuntary twitch of his muscles gave her courage.

Fondling both him and his wax twin, she decided to rise to his challenge. Lifting the toy between them, she said, "Feels okay so far. But I must be especially careful in my deliberations." With that, she dipped her head and swirled her tongue over the tip, wetting it so she could slide her lips down the length.

Snape's smirk vanished, and his eyes rolled back as he groaned in torment. His eyes snapped open again at her throaty giggle. "Very close, indeed, although the real thing tastes better."

Snape's hands clamped onto her arms, startling her. His eyes were glazed with lust, and she fleetingly wondered if she had pushed him too far. The erotic purr of his voice when he spoke made her shiver.

"If it's so close, and you like having me so close, and you want me even more... While I cannot cross the lines I, myself, have drawn, I can certainly get so close to them." He released one arm and took the toy from her limp fingers. Leaning forward to kiss her, he pressed her backwards again, covering her with his body.

Hermione's head was swimming, and her body sang with jolt after jolt of electricity. When Snape moved to hover over her, she felt his cock brushing against her, and a faint moan bubbled out of her.

Snape trailed the waxy head down her body, teasing her with it. He could feel the moist heat radiating from between her thighs again, and he ached to delve into it. Instead, he contented himself with stroking his cock against her thigh, periodically letting the head brush over her slick curls as she writhed beneath him. Holding himself up with one arm, he traced the toy down her belly, delighting in the shuddering, gasping breaths it incited.

Hermione's heart was racing, and she felt light-headed with need. Desperately reaching for something to hold onto, she tangled her fingers in his hair at the base of his neck, gripping tightly. In her haze of sensation, she barely heard his encouraging groan. She did, however, feel his convulsive thrust along her thigh and the line of moisture it smeared there. The drawing sensation in her core made her moan again, and Snape dropped to his elbow and leant closer to her ear.

"How close is so close, Hermione? You tell me."

She felt the toy teasing along her pussy lips even as his cock rubbed against her thigh. Consumed by lust, she rasped, "Please, Severus... gods... if I can't have you... I need as close as I can get..."

That was all he needed. With her permission, Snape pressed forward, slipping the re-moulded toy between her swollen lips. Gently sliding it along her cleft, he coated it with her juices, teasing her clit before dipping lower and slowly guiding it within her.

Feeling Snape's body atop hers, his hip snug against her thigh, she could easily imagine that it was his cock burying itself in her cunt. At least, at first. Wriggling beneath his insistent pressure, she frowned at the rigidity of it, knowing that the real thing would at least have some give to it. Even though she had reached this level of the charm, it hadn't been shaped like a real penis, and the larger flared head was stretching her more than she had expected. Sucking in a sharp breath at the flare of discomfort, she scowled more.

Snape, lost though he was in the moment, was not so insensate that he didn't notice her reactions. Pausing in his pressure, he carefully eased backwards, relieved to see her frown disappearing. Determined not to hurt her, he began to slide back up to circle her clit again, but she voiced a whimper of protest. Hesitant, he trailed back down to her cunt, gently massaging the moist flesh.

She heard him whisper, "I promised not to hurt you."

Shaking her head, she retorted, "I'm fine! Just... slow."

His hair tickled her face as he nodded, and she felt him pressing forward again. Brow furrowing again, she murmured, "Stop. Don't move." The inflexible head remained almost within her. Squirming, rocking her hips, she resolutely found the right angle to ease the stretch. Holding her new position, she breathed, "Now."

Snape pushed again, and the widest area sank inside her, bringing a sigh of relief from her and a grunt of appreciation from him. Snape flexed his hips again, stroking himself on her skin, and pressed forward. The ease with which the toy slipped further in surprised them both after the snag at the beginning. Hermione's approving moan made Snape shudder.

Shifting his position, Snape settled himself between her legs, slotting his cock along the crease of her inner thigh and placing the base of the toy against his pelvis. Wrapping her legs around him, he leant down and kissed her, thrusting, driving the toy into her even as he enjoyed the friction of her flesh around him.

A startled cry burst from her lips, making him stop, even though his body shook with the effort of it. His voice strained, he said, "Hermione?"

Understanding the unspoken question, Hermione breathed deeply, assuring him, "I'm all right. Honestly. It's just... wow."

Easing back, Snape felt the end of the toy leaving contact with his groin, and he insinuated one hand between them to manipulate it back out again. Her sigh was one of mingled relief and disappointment. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pressed his forehead against her neck and forced out, "It's too much. We can stop..."

Hermione cut him off with a hasty, "No! I don't want to stop!" She gripped him tightly in an attempt to prevent him from backing away. In a whisper, she continued, "Please. It is a lot to take in..." She faltered, unnerved by her inadvertent pun, but forged on. "But it's not too much. It's wonderful. I want this. I want you, Severus. This is so close to perfect."

His worries assuaged, Snape moved up to kiss her again, murmuring, "Perfect," against her lips. With a new resolve, he resumed his motions, thrusting forward, the toy to one side of his own cock as he pushed it into her. His mouth capturing her squeals and moans, he pressed forward until it was sheathed fully within her, and his balls rested against her arse while his cock was embraced by the silken flesh of her thigh.

Resting like that for a long moment, they allowed her to become accustomed to the feel of being filled. Eventually, Hermione began minute gyrations of her hips, grinding herself onto him and eliciting a ragged groan.

Clenching his teeth, he ground out, "Good gods, woman, what are you trying to do to me?"

Hermione, brow creased in concentration, retorted, "I'm trying to find that spot again. You're the one who changed the shape I had that worked."

Snape reared back and pinned her with a fiery gaze. "Is that what you want? Never let it be said, Hermione, that I didn't give you what you want."

With that, he backed away enough to reach down and slide the toy back out. Hermione's brows rose, and when he plunged back into her, tilting the toy at the right depth, her eyes rolled back and she arched at the explosive delight of him hitting that spot again.

Her inarticulate shriek of bliss spurred him on, and he repeated his action, increasing the pace and pressure. His determination to bring her to her peak again forced him to give up contact between his erection and her warm body, but he knew he'd be able to reap the benefits later. Sitting back on his heels and stroking himself with his other hand, he worked the toy back and forth, fucking her with as much abandon as he felt she could handle. By her writhing and shuddering, he could only assume it was working.

Her attention shattered, and she could no longer focus on anything but the exquisite sensations he was wreaking on her body. The feelings built quickly, and she reached her plateau in a few moments. Brought to the torturous edge, she flailed about, stammering, "S-Severus... gods... I need... please... so close..."

Her pleas wrenched him away from his self-pleasure, and he reached forward to circle her clit as he purred, "Come for me, Hermione..." He pumped the toy faster as she bucked and keened, pushed over the edge by his touch and voice.

Unwilling to stop, wanting to draw out her climax, Snape continued thrusting, but he stopped fondling her clit so he could once again fist his cock. Pumping furiously, he released the toy when she tried to draw her legs together, clamping her hands down on the wax replica, clearly overwhelmed.

As she gingerly slid the toy from inside her, sighing in relief, Snape stared at her, watching the light glisten on her juices coating the wax. Picturing the white copy of his cock as the real thing, slipping out of her wet heat, a surprised oath burst from him and he jerked, shuddering as his orgasm overtook him.

Hermione, taken aback by his noises, raised her head just in time to see him climax, and she stared raptly at the viscous liquid dribbling over his knuckles. Even after two such fantastic orgasms, she felt a rush of excitement at the sight of Snape stroking himself. The barely coherent thought of Fuck, that's hot wafted through her fogged brain.

Panting, Snape's head lolled back, and his eyes closed in exhaustion. Hermione, also worn out, fell back onto the mattress again, trying to calm her own breathing. Peering back down at Snape...who was still kneeling between her legs, body sagging as every muscle went lax...she quickly grabbed her wand and cast a cleansing charm on his sticky cock and hand, dropping the toy onto the floor as she did so.

Snape blearily opened his eyes, blinking at her when he felt her charm drying him. Idly wondering how he was even upright, he saw Hermione smiling wearily up at him. She wriggled up the bed and moved her left leg to join her right leg on his left, struggling up on her elbow to reach for him and guide him to lean forward and lie down. Toppling like a felled tree, he barely managed to twist himself enough to not break his nose on impact.

Giggling in spite of herself, Hermione adjusted the pillow under his head, then poked him enough to force him to roll onto his side. Groaning petulantly, Snape wrenched himself around and lay flat on his back, his hair fanned over his face.

Grinning indulgently, Hermione brushed his hair out of his face and shoved his right arm up so she could burrow against his side again. Toeing the blanket upward, she reached down and drew it up to cover them. Snape lay there, boneless. Still smiling, Hermione doused the lights, noting how peaceful he looked in the pale moonlight.

Snape's brain registered the abrupt darkness, but his body refused to cooperate in doing anything about it. Enjoying the soft warmth of Hermione snuggling against him, he managed a faint croon of contentment, calling upon his last reserves of strength to drag his arm around her. Hermione giggled again, lifting up to press a chaste kiss on his lips before lilting, "I do believe we broke you after all."

If he had had the energy, he would have snorted in derision, but he couldn't even do that. Besides, as his rapidly-fading self acknowledged, he thought she might be right.